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Girl's Night, Chapter Five.
🕑 Added 2020-04-29 12:08:55 +0000 UTCAfter being violated by Madame de Silver for three days straight, Yaz demands a gentler lover for her and The Doctor's next adventure in whoring.
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Yaz let out a dull grunt of pain as she landed face-first in a muddy puddle on the cold Parisian cobblestone. Her aching, cum-stained form slowly pulled itself up onto its hands and knees, trembling with lust and with cold as the April breeze licked her sticky frame.
“Nooooo.” She heard, and slowly turned her head. The Doctor was sat at the door to the Hotel La Cerise, weakly banging her hands against it and smearing cum over the wood. “Lemme back in… piggy needs mooore.”
“D… Doctor.” Yaz managed, rolling onto her side and crawling towards her.
“Piggy wants more cocks.” The Doctor babbled stupidly, eyes wide and broken. “Piggy needs more cum… yummy cum! Want more! Need more!”
“Doctor!” Yaz said, forcing her voice to be steady and clear. “I… it’s over… they… they won’t let us back in.”
“But I need more!” The Doctor whined, fat, wet tears of frustration mixing with the sticky white coating her face. “P… Piggy needs cocks.”
“Y… you’re not Piggy, you’re The Doctor.” Yaz said gently, tugging the Blonde away from the door and kissing her. “Remember? The Doctor?”
“Doc… tor?” The Doctor groaned, whining as cum oozed over her lips and was immediately licked clean.
“That’s right… you’re The Doctor.” Yaz smiled, stroking her cheek. “H… here, let me… clean you up.” She leaned close and licked a path through the cum coating The Doctor’s cheek, drawing a giggle from the addled time-lord.
“Hmmm, you’re a cutie.” The Doctor sighed, “What’s your name?”
“Yaz, Yasmin? Remember?”
“Yeah, Yazzie. Of course.”
“L… lie back.” Yaz moaned, guiding The Doctor down and attaching herself to the blonde’s navel, slurping the seed from her flesh. The Doctor giggled as Yaz’s tongue explored her naked body, eyes staring up at the starry night sky. A part of her felt like she should have been doing something, thinking something? She was lying on her back in a Parisian gutter, her head in a puddle, her body webbed with strands of sperm from thirty women she’d never met before.
As her mind lazily drifted back to her, things became a little clearer. She was cold, the cum smeared over her cooling in the night air, so she should go back to the Tardis. She was naked, her body shamefully displayed for anyone to see. She was in the middle of a densely populated city at night, where anyone could find her, see what a whore she was, do whatever they pleased to her filthy, slutty body. The thought made her melt, but it really was cold.
“Yazzie.”
“Yeah?” Yaz sighed, pulling away from under The Doctor’s breast, licking her lips.
“We… we should go… home.”
Yaz smiled and nodded, gently winding her arms around The Doctor and hefting her to her feet. The Doctor groaned and fell against her, stumbling slightly. “Come on, let’s get back to the Tardis and cleaned up, yeah?” Yaz cooed, leading The Doctor down the dark, deserted street they had come down days prior.
“That… was so fun.” The Doctor smiled dreamily, wiping her face and licking her hand clean.
Yaz hummed uncertainly, wondering if The Doctor had been oxygen deprived for too long when they’d both been facefucked one after the other for hours. Surely she wasn’t so depraved as to actually want to be treated like meat like that? Yaz loved to get fucked as much as any cheap slut but being beaten and insulted was a step too far.
She started as The Doctor’s hand patted her butt, pale fingers sinking deep into the warm, welcoming mass of flesh. “H… hah, Doctor?”
“W… wait a minute.” The blonde murmured, pushing Yaz against the wall of a deserted bakery and falling heavily to her knees. “You… look so beautiful in the moonlight. Young and beautiful and smothered in yummy, stinking cum.”
“Doctor!” Yaz squeaked as the time-lord’s blushing face nuzzled between her cheeks, her tongue pushing into her pucker. “Ahn! Wh… what are you doing?!”
The Doctor didn’t answer, just gripping Yaz’s hips tight and burying herself deep against her asshole. Yaz whined and surrendered, resting her cheek on the polished glass front of the bakery and letting out a weak mew of satisfaction. “F… fuck… Doctor!” she grunted, smacking her palms against the glass and pressing her rear tighter against the blonde’s face. “Fucking devour my asshole you filthy cunt!”
A muffled giggle escaped The Doctor and sticky hands clapped sharply on her rump. The Doctor’s tongue swirled inside her, wriggling deeper into her tight hole and slurping shamelessly. Yaz groaned and bit her lip, lashes fluttering as a The Doctor’s tongue thoroughly explored her ass. “You… are such… a whore.” She hissed, “We… just got… tied up and fucked for three… fucking… days, and you’re still horny? You still want to… eat my ass in the middle of the street?”
“I’m a whore.” The Doctor moaned, “I’m the most fucking depraved whore in the universe. I’ll fuck anyone… anywhere. I don’t care what they do to me… I just want to get fucked like the cheap hole I am!”
“Shut up and rim me, cunt.” Yaz barked, grabbing The Doctor’s hair and forcing her against her ass again. “I know what a whore you are, wh… why’d you think I travel with you?”
The Doctor giggled and returned to forcing her tongue as deep into Yaz’s pucker as she could.
“Hey!”
They both froze as the shout cut through the quiet night.
“Zere zey are, officer! Zose Lesbian ores’ are aving’ sex right in ze street!” A woman’s voice barked. “Arrest zem, immediately!”
The Doctor grabbed Yaz’s hand, a manic glint in her eyes. “Run!” She grinned, before taking off at a speed that was truly impressive for a woman who could barely stand. Yaz laughed, seeing a pair of policemen charging towards her, and followed.
-o-o-o-
Yaz’s room on the Tardis was small but cosy, what little she’d brought from home mixed with various souvenirs from her adventures with The Doctor. Until recently it had been a clean, orderly space, now it was as much a mess as its owner was. The bedsheets were ruffled and stained, clothes were strewn over the floor with just as many sex-toys and messy condoms. A thick, heady stink of cum both new and old lingered on everything.
It had been quiet for some time, left undisturbed for days before the doors slid open and two figures staggered inside, giggling and whimpering with arousal. Quiet squelching sounds echoed through the room as the two women made their way towards the bathroom, leaving droplets of cum and sticky white footprints in their wake.
Both cum-drenched whores sighed with contentment as they toppled into the small shower and were immediately soaked with water. Hands moved to caress slippery skin and tongues snaked from panting mouths, licking the thick, pungent spunk from their bodies. For a long time, they sat nuzzled together, cuddling one another in as the cum was licked from their bodies. It was Yaz who broke the silence, pulling away from The Doctor’s toes as her blonde lover lapped hungrily at her inner thigh.
“Th… that was intense.”
“Hmmm.” The Doctor agreed sleepily, pressing a loving kiss to her seed-licked stomach.
“Can we… can we find a gentler partner next time?” Yaz breathed, wincing as The Doctor’s fingers brushed one of the bruises on her hip.
“If you like.” The Doctor hummed, pulling away and kissing the soft curls that crowned her softly. “Love you.”
“Yeah… I love you too.” Yaz smiled, leaning back and enjoying the warm water and the hot, wet mouth of her new girlfriend.
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A soft, blissful sigh passed The Doctor’s lips as she rested her voluptuous rear on a fat blue dildo, her sopping womanhood stretched to perfection by the silicon shaft. She stroked her hand over her belly, tracing the swell of her pregnancy, now easy to see even though she was only a handful of months with child, or rather, children.
Yaz had not been happy to find that, as The Doctor had warned, they were carrying almost two dozen Perisite babies between them, sulking for days after they’d tested themselves and seen the results. Managing to somehow keep their hands off one another for almost a full hour, they had discovered that Yaz was mother to nine healthy Perisite daughters. However, The Doctor, apparently determined to excel even in pregnancy, was nursing thirteen children in her newly regenerated womb.
In a desperate attempt to placate her young lover, The Doctor had let Yaz choose their next destination, and now the two of them were living in the court of the third Moon Queen, Estasia Allecor. The Doctor had visited the moon many times in the past, but only one time when it had been properly colonised. In this century a fully terraformed and independent nation, the moon was a damned paradise and its queen ruled with a fair and gentle hand. Unfortunately, she was as fair and gentle in the bedroom as well.
Yaz and The Doctor had been guests of the queen’s harem, treated to almost a week of constant, gentle lovemaking. The Doctor was about ready to scream. She had been biting back her aching need to be degraded and brutalised and thoroughly fucked, satisfying herself as best she could whilst Yaz enjoyed herself. But it had been so long, and Yaz was no nearer to getting bored with the dozen jaw-droppingly gorgeous women that were sharing her with their queen.
She was being really unreasonable.
“Hmmm, fuck.” She groaned, forcing the dildo deep into her sopping snatch and biting her lip. “Yeah that’s right, fuck my slutty cunt you stud. Knock me up all over again.” Images of some of her lovers swam through her mind as she masturbated, kneading a sensitive breast as the dildo slipped in and out again and again and again. She’d been desperately resisting her most base urges ever since the Pleasure-Dome had made it clear exactly what she wanted in this new life, but Madame de Silver had broken her, now she craved cock and spunk openly, dreamed of being raped, fantasized about being bred. Her body was no longer a temple, a new experience she was proud and happy to explore, it was a filthy receptacle for gallons and gallons of cum. Her mind, once brilliant, could now barely string together a single coherent thought before returning to thoughts of sex.
She cooed and pinched a nipple, lashes fluttering as she fucked herself. As usual sliding a dildo, no matter how fat or how deliciously textured, into her cunt wasn’t enough for her. She sighed and leaned forwards, resting her chin against the soft mattress of the bed and spreading her knees, her ass stuck up into the air. “Mm, you wanna fuck my asshole? You want to make me your whore?” She purred to herself, sliding the dildo out of her slit and rubbing it against her rosebud. As her fingers filled the space left by the dildo, the blue prick rammed deep into her ass, drawing a happy whimper from the debased time-lord’s lips.
“My, you look like you’re having fun.”
The Doctor raised her head, groaning as she saw Queen Allecor leaning against the doorframe. She was beautiful of course, pale blue skin and inky hair and lovely curves, her silver eyes drifted over The Doctor’s quivering body and she smiled. “Frustrated?”
“No… why?” The Doctor scowled, sitting up and folding her arms over her tits.
“Dear little Yasmin was worried about you.” Allecor sighed, strutting across the room and placing her hands deliberately on her hips. “You’ve been sulking.”
“Have not.” The Doctor pouted.
Allecor chuckled softly and reached down, brushing her hand over soft blonde hair before taking a firm grip and yanking The Doctor’s head towards her. The Doctor squeaked in surprise, eyes watering with pain. “It’s been brought to my attention that you prefer… less affectionate treatment from your lovers. I’ll admit it’s not my personal predilection but… well, I’m happy to indulge such an honoured guest.”
“Wh… what?”
“I didn’t tell you to speak.” Allecor hissed, “Stand up.” The Doctor whined and obeyed, blushing darkly as Allecor prowled around her, easily a head and a half taller than her. Not for the first time she was grateful this regeneration was so short, it made being dominated far more fun.
A hand stroked through her hair again and she became keenly aware of the queen’s eyes appraising her every curve like she was a piece of meat to be enjoyed, just like she liked. She giggled as a strong hand took her by the throat, gently tugging her head back against Allecor’s breast as her free hand took a plump tit in its palm, squeezing teasingly.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Doctor. I’ve enjoyed bedding you, but I really wish you’d told me about this addiction of yours sooner.” The queen breathed in her ear, lips gently placing kisses along her throat as she massaged The Doctor’s breast. “I might have indulged you, and all this pining would have been avoided.”
The Doctor might have replied, but the queen’s grip on her throat tightened and she only let out a weak “Ghuu.” The Queen chuckled again slapping her tits just hard enough to sting before taking her hands lower, rolling over the swell of the time-lord’s stomach to between her thighs. She laughed at The Doctor’s whimper as her fingers brushed the blonde’s opening, soft thighs quivering and threatening to fall out from under the poor, needy little Doctor.
“Sit.” The Queen smiled simply, pushing The Doctor down onto her rump and batting her legs apart. The Doctor gasped as Allecor’s hand pressed tight against her pussy, rubbing slowly against her sensitive mound and grinning down at her. Her cheeks flushed darkly and she gave a soft, meek mew that drew another laugh from the queen, her long blue fingers moving faster and faster against her, sending droplets of her arousal splattering around.
The queen slipped two fingers inside her easily and began to fuck her in earnest, humming softly as her digits were submerged in the hot, wet confines of the time-lord’s cunt. Soon enough The Doctor was moaning desperately, rolling against the Queen as she skilfully fingerfucked her well enough to leech days of frustration from her system. Suddenly, indulging Yaz for so long was completely worth it, because Queen Allecor was making her feel fucking amazing. She squealed and went cross-eyed as she came, a jet of quim erupting from under Allecor’s fingers and splashing against the cold tiled floor of the suite.
“Hmm, messy girl, aren’t you?” the queen growled, straightening up and neatly unclasping the brooch holding her robe to her body. As the thin silk fluttered to the ground, her erection stood proud, almost a foot of blue meat ready for The Doctor’s defilement. It wasn’t the first time The Doctor had seen it, not even the first time she’d felt it buried deep in her twat, but somehow it was like the first night all over again as she knelt and stuck out her tongue in a delightfully submissive pant.
Allecor was quick to oblige her, making her gag immediately with a sharp jerk of her hips that hilted the first two inches of her meat in The Doctor’s mouth. She made The Doctor do all the work, standing back and smirking as the blonde began to bob up and down eagerly, rubbing her face against the slickening pole and slathering it with her tongue.
Wet slurping and gurgling filled the room as The Doctor forced herself forwards and back again and again, throating Allecor with well-practiced skill. Thick white ropes of spit and precum dangled from The Doctor’s flushed face before long, and her chest heaved with excitement, small but plump breasts eager and sensitive, ready to be grabbed and played with.
The Queen’s orgasm came without warning, The Doctor’s lips suckling and slurping wetly at her very base as she began to shoot the first load of many into the Time-Lord. A disappointed gurgle spluttered from the blonde’s lips as she felt Allecor’s cum jet into her stomach from inside her gullet. She tried to pull back, hoping for a taste of royal spunk, but Allecor’s hands grabbed her scalp and kept her firmly embedded until the very last dregs of semen had been deposited into The Doctor’s guts.
“Ghhuwaa.” The Doctor managed, hiccupping and whining with annoyance up at the queen, who simply smiled and took her gently by the cheek. Her hand traced the soft, pink flesh, petted it with a thumb, then recoiled and came smacking back with enough force to knock The Doctor onto her side.
“Ow!” she squeaked.
“Hush.” Allecor growled, landing another smack on The Doctor’s rear, making her fat, doughy cheeks jiggle and shake. Before she knew what was happening Allecor had mounted her, forcing her cock deep inside her slathering hole and keeping her thighs pinned together with a strong blue hand as she lay on her side. “You disgusting harlot.”
The Doctor whimpered as she was fucked, hands cradling her belly as her fat ass was put through its paces. The Queen’s grip on her fleshy rear was tight enough to hurt, bringing tears of pain to The Doctor’s eyes, but not enough pain that she wasn’t moaning and panting like a bitch in heat, begging for more. Another sharp spank landed and The Doctor whined, eyes crossing again as she came. It was becoming a habit, her brain simply shutting down, taking all her dignity with it whenever cum was provided, whether her own, or someone else’s.
Bright red handprints were glowing on her pale cheeks after a few minutes, as bright a red as the blonde’s face as she panted and drooled onto the bed, her cunt gushing around the Queen’s invading member. “You want to be treated like this? Like filth? Like a worthless whore?” Allecor growled, hands tugging The Doctor around onto her front and slapping against her ass one last time. “You want to be bred? You want to whore to anyone who will have you? How can you live with yourself? You disgust me.”
The Doctor grinned happily down into the covers, a wet patch already spreading from her as she drooled with delight. “Hmm, what’s this?” she heard the queen hum. If she had been capable of rational thought, she might have wondered what the queen had found. It wouldn’t take her long to find out as it only took a few seconds for her asshole to be speared by the fat purple dildo she’d left lying on the bed.
The Doctor’s eyes rolled back and she groaned with bliss, body quivering under the queen’s thrusts as she was stuffed full. She whimpered happily and pressed back against the queen, only to hear a familiar giggle from behind her. Yaz and another member of the queen’s harem were cuddling on the couch by the wall, watching as The Doctor was fucked.
“Yasmin!” The queen purred, “Just a moment, I’m almost through fucking this slut.”
“Take all the time you need, ma’am!” Yaz called back.
The queen chuckled and hilted herself deep in The Doctor, releasing a delighted grunt and letting loose. The Doctor sighed quietly, eyes crossing one last time as she felt the queen’s sperm gush into her. She felt new hands on her ass and grinned, wiggling back against Yaz.
“That… was immensely satisfying.” The Queen sighed, leaning back and stroking a hand through her hair. Yaz let out a pleased giggle as a hand roamed down to pat her rear. “Yasmin, darling, once you’ve cleaned this wretched cunt out, I think I’ll take her out for a stroll.”
The Doctor mewed and lifted her head.
“Hmm, yes, I think I’ll enjoy parading you about my city. Think of all the people who will see you.”
“Yaz.” The Doctor moaned in delight, “You’ve got competition, I think I’m falling in love.”
“Hey!” Yaz snapped, swatting her ass sharply.
“Hmmm, I’m sorry Yazzie, I’m a sucker for a woman who’ll parade me out in public like the worthless fuckmeat I am.” The Doctor cooed. Yaz scowled and grabbed hold of the dildo still protruding from The Doctor’s ass and began to pump it into her. “Eeek!”
“Your majesty, may I please have a few minutes to buttfuck this slut before we take her out?” Yaz hissed. Allecor chuckled and patted The Doctor’s rump.
“Of course, darling, as much time as you need. In fact, why don’t you hold her leash as well? I think it’s best to avoid any confusion as to whom owns who when we’re out in public.” She sighed, stood and sauntered away, leaving the room to be filled with the squeaks and moans of The Doctor and the wet slurping sounds of her violated asshole.
